Chapter 228

Beckett Fraser showed up quickly, delivered the cake, and took off right after. Yeah, he wasn’t about to be the third wheel at this hour. Camila Harrington lit the candles and turned off the lights. She strolled over to Prescott Ellington with a soft smile, “Prescott, come blow out the candles and make a wish.” “You just called me what?” Prescott looked genuinely thrilled. All this time, she’d always called him by his full name. Same for him with her. But now, out of nowhere, she called him so sweetly by just his first name—it really hit him right in the heart. Her voice was soft and kind of sweet, just made him lose focus for a sec. Camila blinked at him, puzzled why he looked so amped up. “I called you Prescott… is that not okay?” He pulled her tightly into his arms in a flash, his voice rough and low, “I liked that. A lot. Say it again, Camila.” “Prescott,” she said, resting her hand over his on her waist, voice soft and slightly teasing. Prescott's heart skipped—he gently turned he